AN: Here's the next chapter! This is Narcissa's interview! BTW, sometimes, I don't bold the words that are emphasized. I type this on my iPod, and then email it to myself, so I can't always find all of those words. Anyway, tell me what you think of this chapter. Next chapter will be when we have Draco's interview. I'll post it as soon as it's done! Don't forget to leave me reviews! :)

Lucius finished his monologue. I saw that he was thirsty and conjured a plastic water bottle for him.

"Thank you." was his reply. He drank half of it in one gulp and then set it down.

"Well, I was suppose to ask you a bunch of questions, but I think you just answered the majority of them. Let me see if I can find any others." I said, and began rifling through the papers in front of me. "No. You answered them all." He nodded.

"You should know. Right now, there are two options for your sentence. You'll either be receiving 30-50 years in Azkaban, or 6-15 years under house arrest. In the event that the latter is chosen, you'll have to see a psychiatrist twice a week." I told him.

"And what of Narcissa and Draco?" he asked with glazed eyes.

"Narcissa will most likely have a year of house arrest for running from the Ministry. Because your son was a minor for most of his crimes, the punishment will likely be similar." I answered. The two Russian guards came back in, and they took Lucius away. I noticed they made sure he had hand cuffs on again. Now I was waiting for Narcissa.

I contemplated the story I'd just heard. I believed it, but that wasn't enough. I had to prove it, and it was hard to determine whether it was really practiced, or the truth. I'd be using a penseive a lot for the next week.

The door opened, and Narcissa Malfoy walked in. I noticed the guards weren't holding her shoulders like they had done to her husband. In fact, they looked a little frightened of her. I also noticed that she had hand cuffs as well.

This angered me a little bit. If what Lucius ha said was true (and I already believed him for the most part), then this woman didn't deserve any of the bull she was receiving.

She sat in the chair across from me. She looked at me, her eyes piercing. I tore my gaze from her and looked at the guards. They were the same ones that had brought me Lucius. I spoke to them in Russian again. "May I ask why this woman has hand cuffs? She hasn't done nearly the amount of damage her husband has. She doesn't need these." I pointed to the magically enforced metal bands around her wrists. Instead of arguing, they did as I said this time. They left, and I heard the clicking of a lock again. I looked at Narcissa again, and she still had that piercing stare fixed on me. The stare made me think of the guards who were scared of her, and I decided I had to ask.

"Mrs. Malfoy, before I begin with the questions pertaining to your husband, could I ask why the guards were so scared of you?" 'I can't help it when my curiosity gets the better of me,' I silently mused. At this, she smiled. The only problem was that this smile didn't reach her eyes. Now, they only showed sadness.

"Word spread of the spells I used when they came for us in our villa near the border. They were pretty horrendous. I wasn't involved with the Death Eaters, but I'd do anything to save my son. Hell, I lied to the Dark Lord once I knew Draco was alright! I sat around that villa learning some intense defensive spells, for if we we're found. Turns out, it didn't matter. They still got us. Draco and I aren't in as bad of a situation as Lucius, though. And as long as Draco is fine, I am." she told me.

All I could say was, "Oh." We sat in silence for a few moments, until she spoke again.

"Didn't you have some questions for me, Miss Granger?" she asked.

"Right. Thank you." I shook my head to clear it of what she had just told me. I looked at my papers. "Could you describe your relationship with Lucius, please?"

Narcissa sighed. "Well, I'm sure you already knew that it was an arranged marriage. What you didn't know was that I loved him more than anything in the world, even before the marriage. I knew he didn't feel the same way, and I had hoped that he'd come to love me through the years.

"He did. But not long after, the circumstances became horrible. He took the Mark. I had heard a little of the Order of the Phoenix, and I suggested we go to Dumbledore. He insisted that it was too late. That there was no going back from what he had already done. I kept hoping he'd find some sense, but he never did. And then I had Draco. I'm sure you heard all this from him. He began to abuse Draco and I. He told me it was an act, to keep the Death Eaters in the dark, so they wouldn't try to kill us. I was still do smitten with him that I believed it. I do not doubt that in some cruel an twisted way, that he believed what he was saying to be true. I went along with it for years. When I finally decided it was time to stop, he stopped. He stopped before I could even say anything to him. And then the Dark Lord came back. You know that part, I assume?" she said.

I nodded.

"And now I plan on divorcing Lucius. During the time I spent in that villa, I realized that I hadn't really loved him for a while now. It will nice once my sentence is fulfilled and I can start a clean slate." she smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.

It was good that she was finally standing up for herself. I looked down at my papers. They were charmed to write their answers beneath the question, and then give me more from what the person had told me. The question is had was an uneasy one. I frowned.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, but the do you have any scars from his abuse?"

She chuckled darkly. "Trust me, dear. There's nothing that can make me uncomfortable after the years I spent in the Manor. The torture I saw was horrible. Yours was the worst though." she paused, noticing I'd turned pale, and then she frowned.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. Of course, that would be a touchy topic." she said the last sentence mostly to herself.

I smiled weakly. "Quite alright. You didn't know how I would react. It's very understandable."

"Anyway," Narcissa went on, trying to change the subject, "yes. I have scars. Do you need to see them?"

"Only if you're okay with it, but, it will help in the persecution of Lucius." I said.

She got up and walked over to me, turning around when she was in front of me. She lifted her shirt off of her back, and I gasped. Her back was covered in raised lines, that looked as if they came from a whip. There were probably 50 or 60. The longest went from one shoulder to the opposite hip. The rest were various lengths, but none were shorter than 2 inches. I took a picture, and she pulled her shirt back down, walking back to her seat.

"Those are only there because I couldn't have them healed fast enough." she told me. I nodded, and we lapsed into another silence. I looked at my paper, waiting for another question to pop up. It never did. Funny. I didn't think paper could be speechless.

"Well, that's all the questions I have. I'm guessing you will end up under house arrest for no longer than a year, but I won't know for sure until next week." I told her. She nodded and then the guards came and took her away.

END FLASHBACK

"So Malfoy's dad abused him and his mum?" Harry asked. I nodded. I didn't know where this was going, but I was wary of what Ron may say. I looked at him, but he only had a confused look on his face. Ginny was on the edge of her seat, like this was the best story she'd ever heard. I gave her the gist of everything in that first letter, so she's hearing the entire story now. Harry had a blank look on his face, and was zoned out. We were silent for a while. Then Ginny spoke.

"So... Tell us about Malfoy's interview." I could tell she was getting anxious to hear the rest.

I chuckled. "Alright, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist!"

AN: Oh yeah! So I've heard people say they can tell where a person is from by how they write. Can you guys tell where I'm from? And how can you tell? XD